Frühling / Spring Getrunken / Drank Gott / God Stille / Silence Wald / Woods
Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak.
Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.
He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence.
I'm trying to make the world a more open place.
This death sentence is not surprising. It had to be.
I've been working since I'm 9 years old.
Britain today is suffering from galloping obsolescence.
Trying to sound good at 10 A.M. is the worst.
He who spares the bad injures the good.
